She was so fucking stupid. She had thrown a good man away, she had done the worst. She wasn't even sure why she had done it. It was stupid. Why did she do that? It was eating away at her, tearing out her heart as she moved towards Anathema. Tears were brushed away from her eyes as she walked, Quinn had gone off on his own, blaming the split-up of the family on her. Never did she experience something like this. She was the reason for betrayal. Her throat was thick, choked off from the tears. "Rain..." Sam whispered, but he wouldn't hear. She had made the wrong choice. "Rain..." She repeated, as if calling forth her former lover.
She still wasn't sure why she had done it. It hurt so badly! If she could take him back, she would. Would accept him back with open arms. But she had thrown that away. It would have worked it she hadn't done that. But why? It confused the ivory female, shouldn't she still be loving him?
She arrived at the borders soon enough, but instead of calling, she collapsed to her knees along the free land. The concept of home, without Rain was unbearable. Before, it was so genuine, that she would be happy there, no matter what. She let tears fall into the soil, staying there in silence for a moment. "No." She murmured, raising her voice a little higher than last. It wasn't fair. Wasn't good at all. Would he come home to her? Try her again if she did? No. Not after what she had done. Pushing the tears away, Samantha stood along the borders and let out a long call. This was home, this was where she belonged, no other place would take her in as such.
After the echoing call, she waited for anyone. Be it her good friend Mido, or the leaders. Anyone else, she couldn't bear to see as easily. It would hurt. They wouldn't understand, and at that moment, she wished for Mido. He could clear this up. Reassure her that things would be alright. Even if they weren't. That was the great thing about a friend. They would be there, through thick and thin.
And she stood there. Bluish eyes watery and a mess. Her usually sleek hair was tangled, and since the falling-out she hadn't eaten. Her fur had lost its icy sheen. Things weren't going right. How could she heal when she had broke a man down? Pushed him away to see what would happen? The necklace he had made her still hung around her neck, a small reminder. Of what she had thrown away as if he had no value. And he did. He truly did. And Sam had failed to see that. Tail drooping behind her, ears flat, the misfit knew she was home. But where did her heart lie?
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